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gone off to stay with some mates at uni for a few days.
    Sooooo boring.
    And hot.
    I would do light tanning in the garden but every time I get comfy Angus comes and starts digging near me. (Not with a spade, with his paws. If he did have a spade, it wouldn’t be quite so boring and annoying.)

viking hornpipes a-gogo
    saturday august 20th
    sven’s viking extravaganza gig night
in my bedroom
6:30 p.m.
    I am meeting the rest of the gang at the clock tower. Jas is coming round here and we are walking up together so that she “doesn’t miss Hunky.” Good Lord.
    We have got our earmuffs and mittens and horns in little matching vanity cases that Rosie also got from the fairy shop. She says that Sven gets a lot of his stuff from there. Blimey.
    6:45 p.m.
    At the back of my “mind” I’m a bit worried that Robbie might turn up tonight. I know he hasn’t gone off to Kiwi-a-gogo because I feel sure I would have heard it on the Radio Jas news roundup. Even if I didn’t ask.
    6:50 p.m.
    Jas turned up at mine with her vanity case.
    The vanity cases are, it has to be said, a bit on the naff side. Very pink and glittery. Jas said, “They look just like ones that fairies would use.”
    I gave her my “Are you mad?” look, but she didn’t notice. She is too busy being a piggy bank hogger.
    However, I feel free to carry silly fairy vanity cases and to wear my horns ad hoc and willy-nilly because there is not going to be anyone at the gig that I need to impress, now that Masimo is my one and only one.
    7:00 p.m.
    Yippee and thrice times yippee!! I am allowed to stay at Jas’s. And I don’t mean my parents have allowed me to stay. Lately they don’t even notice if I am in or out, they are so busy with their own “lives.” I just said, “I am staying at Jas’s tonight,” and they went, “OK.”
    It was Jas I have had to persuade to let me stay. She has been in and out of her huffmobile for the last week but I have promised not to mess about with her owls or steal her piggy bank, so shesays I can stay.
    Anyway, there is no point in going home. Dad is out all the time with Uncle Eddie and his other sad portly mates. Going to “gigs” or pratting around with their loonmobiles. Mum is out all the time as well because Libby is still round at Grandvati’s. So apart from the kittykats (who are also out all the time) I am practically an orphan, anyway.
    buddha lounge
8:00 p.m.
    Quite cool vibe in the Buddha lounge and rammed already. A few people I know and loads of peeps from Notre Dame school.
    Jas is busy pretending that she doesn’t care whether Hunky turns up or not. She thinks he might be back from his mate’s tonight, but she says she has too much pridenosity to try and find out. I am not going to mention his name, either, or ask about Robbie, because it will be just an excuse for her to drone on and on about the “vole years” and what larks she and Tom had by the riverside shrimping and so on. Or whatever they do. Hand snog probably, but I won’t think about that now.
    in the tarts’ wardrobe
    Ellen was in a complete ditherama and tiz wondering whether Declan would turn up. She was shaking and dithering so much that she accidentally got lipstick in her eye. That is how much she was dithering.
    Mabs was almost as bad about Edward.
    I was tarting myself up in the mirror and said, “Oh, I am so vair vair glad that I am free to enjoy myself, unlike you lot—I shall dance I shall let my nungas run free and wild, my nostrils can flare and obliterate my face to their heart’s content. Because there is no one here tonight that I am bothered by. I am simply the girlfriend of a Luuurve God.”
    Mabs said, “Has he phoned since he last phoned?”
    I said, “In the language of luuurve that would be called ‘over-egging the pudding.’”
    She said, “He hasn’t phoned then.”
    I